WicktheTrickster

Ahem… Today! I’ll tell you the story of the reborn fool. It is a tale of family. It is a tale of death. “Zzz…” A peaceful morning for a young Zoroark, who was blissfully napping the day away while his trainer prepared their next journey. “Wick! Wake Up!” A girly voice called out to him… to which he responded by simply turning on his side. “Still asleep I see… Gaius, help him out?” their trainer requested, not to long after, a Greninja jumped down from the trees he was hopping around in. “I got him!” he said cheerily, before blasting a certain, high temperature Sca

Steel pointed to my neck, reminding me only of the life I regret. The struggle and pain I spread only to pay off my debt. The blood on my hands cannot be forgotten. The rage of the old, bitter and rotten Drove me to the hell of which I created With the money, I was also baited. Now I fall to another me A young fool who has yet to see What war had in store for my team The false vision of the dream… Of the last battle being fought,   And the end of the chaos that we had wrought With the reward to justify But there’s no escaping destiny. To punish those of sin With death themselves, you just can’t win In this pat

She ran ahead, So I guess I should follow her, not like staying behind was going to do me any good. Whoever put me in that tank, wanted me in there, and this girl wanted me out. I haven't even stepped out of the room, and I already stop. I look back at the other tanks… “What about them?” I whispered to myself, the girl was already out of earshot, and with the alarm and all, now was not a good time to ask. “Just run fool…” I whispered yet again to myself. I guess I got used to talking to myself after all that time, huh? I eventually catch up to the girl, who seemed to know the way out of this place. I look a

“I’m awake again… great. I don’t wanna open my eyes, not like it would be much different anyways. I just want to go back to my dreams, where I can live in my mind, where I’m no longer alone, and when my reality is an empty path that I’m aimlessly walking along.” I said to myself. I was getting sick of this eternal emptiness, where I was the only one who existed, although the reality is that I no longer exsisted. How long have I’ve even been here? I’ve lost the ability to keep track of the days, or months, maybe even years. Hell, I’m surprised I haven’t died yet, assuming I̵